Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.